Science Boyfriends- Dancing in a Day DreamBruce was working in the lab late like he normally did. It was somewhere around 1:00 AM? He couldn't really remember. Regardless of what time it was, it was normal working hours for him. The only thing different was that Tony wasn't in there working with Bruce, like he often did. Tony was gone at some sort of benefit tonight.Being a billionaire and a philantropist, he went those often. It was for some sort of endangered something or other, Bruce didn't bother to really remember what it was called. He was too busy modifying formulas.Science Boyfriends- Dancing in a Day Dream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tony had invited him to go with, but Bruce made the excuse that he had loads of data that needed checking over and revised. This wasn't a TOTAL lie, but it was data that could have waited for a rainy day. Tony didn't seem to delve too much into it, just excepted it as it was and went on his merry way. Bruce felt a bit bad about turning down the offer, but at benefits there are always large masses of people, drinking and dancing.
Late night visit - MormorIt was way past midnight, Jim was already lying in bed when heard a knock on his front door. He sighed in annoyance. He had been in the middle of plotting a new and brilliant crime to ease his boredom and bring some entertainment.Late night visit - Mormor3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The dark haired consulting criminal stood up and checked the time on his mobile phone. Two o' clock in the morning. He frowned. Whoever this was, Jim would personally skin the person if it wasn't important! And he could only think of one person who would dare to knock at his door at this time of night, let alone think of only person that knew where he lived. He would skin him alive and turn him into shoes!
"Who is it?" Jim called through the intercom.
"Really, Jim? It's me, Seb. Don't tell me you considered anyone else to come visit you. It would certainly surprise me if someone else came to see" Seb told him dryly, but something didn't sound quite right with his voice, Jim noticed alarmed. "I have a little problem here. Care to let me in?" His voice sounded
Injured "I told you to be careful," Wally repeated as he gently pushed Dick down on the pillows of the bed, one hand in the center of his bare chest. Not only had Dick fallen into some poisonous bushes, but he also took a bullet to the chest, right below his left shoulder. Batman put Wally in charge to take care of him. "Come on, lay still. I have to change your bandages."Injured3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dick crossed his arms over his chest, looking away with a look in his eyes the other had never seen before. "Hey, c'mon, whats wrong?"
"I can take care of myself," he choked under his breath, eyes forming in the corner of his eyes. "Im not useless."
Wally ran one of his hands down his stomach, letting it rest above his belly button, "I know you can," he whispered, his other hand going to brush the black locks of hair away from his blue eyes. "But what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you fix yourself up?" He heard him sniffle. "Dont be like that, love. Let me change your b
Guardian Angel ((Hannibal)) Upon this dark and dreary night, Will lay in his bed, tossing and turning. He was covered in sweat, groaning in his nightmare-infested slumber. The nightmares were filled with haunting images of Garrett Jacob Hobbs and that ravenstag. While still asleep, Will sat up and got out of bed. He blindly wandered over to the desk he kept his gun on, and picked it up. Will staggered to the front of his house and out the door, going off in the direction of the woods, his gun firmly held in his right hand.Guardian Angel ((Hannibal))2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A good distance away, Hannibal sat in his kitchen, quietly writing. He wrote about Will; about his rapidly diminishing sanity, about how despite his own cruel intentions, he still wanted a friendship with the shorter, empathetic man. Hannibal sighed and put down his pen, staring off into Oblivion, his mind racing with thoughts of Will. He felt something inside- some sort of powerful spark, but he wasn't entirely sure on what it was. Or was he?
Hannigram - Imagining a world without youWhen the call had come in, stating that Tobias was in Hannibal’s house, Will would have sworn his heart had stopped momentarily, only starting to beat again when Jack had told him that Hannibal was fine aside from minor injuries. For a few seconds (that had felt like a whole eternity pressed together) he had been certain that he had lost the only person he’d managed to open up to in a long time. The thought of what would have happened if the knife had sunk into a different part of Hannibal’s flesh haunted him in his dreams. Now he was waking up, drenched in sweat, trembling from the lingering fear to the image of thrusting the weapon into Hannibal’s chest and watching the life leave his eyes.Hannigram - Imagining a world without you2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been his fault. Of course it had been, and he couldn’t understand why Hannibal didn’t blame him. He had been there in the music shop, could have prevented it if only he had noticed earlier that Tobias was the killer they had been looking for. But he had b
Nightmares He didnt always have nightmares. He didnt always have the fear to fall asleep. But of the late, he did. At night he felt as if he couldnt breathe, like he was somehow trapped. Terror shot through his veins and he always awoke with a jolt. He hated it, he could never stay consious enough to hear anything the team was saying in the mornings. He could barley come up with a good response when they ask how he is, or why hes so tired.Nightmares4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The thing that got rid of his nightmares, the one thing that helped him sleepl; was Wally. Usually the red headed teen found him curled up in a ball on the couch around three in the morning; on his way for a midnight snack. He knew he had nightmares, but never fully understood them. He got that he was raised by Batman, and was taught to never fully show his emotions or share his deepest, frightening secrets... He didnt have to tell him, he could see past his lies.
Thats why he was always there to kiss the terror out of his fa
Greggs-Mycroft/Lestrade"Fucking hell," The words fell out of Lestrade's mouth before he even had time to think about them. He didn't care-he was having an exceptionally bad day and his headache grew worse and he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to ignore Donovan and Anderson constant bickering with Sherlock. John looking hopelessly in the corner at what to do.Greggs-Mycroft/Lestrade3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Shut it you three!" Lestrade snapped angrily, his eyes flashing in irritation. To his surprise, the three became quite at his deadly tone. "You're arguing like a bunch of school kids! For gods sake all of you, grow up." He tried not to shout at the last sentence, it was hard not to he had to admit, but he couldn't let his anger over ride him. Especially in front of Sherlock.
Sherlock spun around to face him, almost forgetting that he was there and gave a slight scowl in Sally's direction as she muttered her favourite insult at him. "Freak."
"Right, I want all of you out of my office. Sherlock-I will text you after I've done the pap
I Don't Want to be AlonePairing - Tony/BruceI Don't Want to be Alone3 years ago in Settings More Like This
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It was 2 am and Tony was still up in his lab working, the only source of light was his lamp so the main lights wouldn't wake the others. He couldn't sleep, not that he really did but tonight was worse, the thought of going to bed, alone, again was saddening. He had recently called things off with Pepper, she was nice but Tony knew it wouldn't go anywhere, he could feel it and for once the playboy wanted something real, he wanted to know that he would have a future with someone he loved, and with someone who loved him. He sighed and rested his head in his palms, he knew he was thinking too much but he just didn't want to end up alone, he could hide his fear of loneliness through his sarcasm and naturally charming attitude but when there was no one around he found it hard to stop the thoughts of his probably inevitable future.
Things had gotten better with the Avengers around though, he had friends who where always around a
Pampered- Tony/Bruce"Just get in the tub and relax. You deserve this, Bruce. Tony" Tony/Bruce, OOC?Pampered- Tony/Bruce3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was tired. He was sore. And he was pretty much naked, and his head hurt.
Bruce ran a hand through his hair as he wandered back to his room for a change of clothes, and sighed heavily. The Green Room was a godsend, for certain- He could never thank Tony enough for it.
Closing the door to his room, he looked in confusion at the bathroom door, which was open, and the lights inside were on. The room smelled like vanilla and tea, and he could hear some quiet music. He walked into the bathroom slowly, looking around.
The light was low, and mostly provided by the candles, and it flickered unevenly on the walls. There were small, gentle bubbles floating up into the air over the bathtub, which was covered with similar bubbles.
He leaned against the door jam and blinked, having no idea how any of this got here, along with his favourite book, or a small bag of his favourite
Hypothermia Part 3Superboy cursed.Hypothermia Part 34 years ago in Drama More Like This
What the hell is he supposed to do? Robin wasn't breathing and his heart had stopped. He was dead. Oh God, Robin was dead.
Superboy pressed himself and Robin closer to the fire and tried to think of something, anything that would bring the Boy Wonder back to life, because Robin couldn't be dead. He may have been mortal but it wasn't possible for him to just die!
There was a noise, dear god; he really hoped it wasn't those damn guards because Superboy didn't think he would be able to hold back.
As they were flying to the cave where Robin and Superboy were Superman focused on the two heartbeats and flying at a speed slow enough for everyone to follow but quick enough for them to get to the two trapped teens. Yet, when he heard one heart beat stop and the other quicken. The Man of Steel had the same reaction; he stopped dead in his tracks then sped towards the teens, ignoring the voices coming from his comm. link, they could track his comm. link to follow him, but he
The FloorBruce would have to admit, the floor of Stark Tower was surprisingly comfortable. He was comparing it to dirt floors and bug ridden piles of hay so of course the billionaire's heated granite floor should be nicer but still. Even after being back in society for months now he didn't stop appreciating the small things, always having clean water, having a proper toilet, air conditioning, a bed. Well, he corrected himself, he really didn't have a bed at. He had moved from the bed to the floor when Tony had repeatedly kicked and nudged him (in his sleep, Tony may be an ass sometimes but he wouldn't just kick Bruce out of the bed) until Bruce was on the edge anyway.The Floor3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even if the floor wasn't uncomfortable, it was still annoying how bad of a bed hog his partner (boyfriend? Bruce really had no clue what to call their relationship, all he could say was that they loved each other, that's all that mattered) was. Really, Tony had lived with no one but Pepper and AI's for far too long. But Tony would
Mystrade Fanfiction: Too Busy For Love"So, you work for the government?"Mystrade Fanfiction: Too Busy For Love3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yes. Just a minor position, though," Mycroft gave his usual reply, not feeling creative that day. All his creativity was forgotten when in the morning he got a phone call from his mother. Mummy, as the Holmes brothers were used to calling her, once again decided that it'd be a brilliant idea to interfere with the life of her older son. And even though Mycroft loved her dearly, he'd really appreciate it if she stopped inflicting her wishes upon him.
"How interesting." His interlocutor replied with a forced enthusiasm that hurt Mycroft's ears. He resisted cringing and instead smiled politely. "Do you like it?"
"Very," he replied and it was the first truthful answer he gave for the whole evening.
"That's great," the man praised, smiling earnestly. "I mean, it's wonderful when you actually enjoy what you are doing. What's the sense in
The Smell of Chloroform: Ch.6It was evening in 221B Baker Street. John had been sleeping for the last few hours, to Sherlock's relief. To be fair, Sherlock didn't feel well himself. Something was happening to him - something he hadn't experienced before. He felt physically uncomfortable; dizzy and nauseas. It was as if something inside him was growing, taking up space, almost making him lose his balance. He had an idea of what this might could be, but he prayed for it to be something else, although he was almost sure that he was right.The Smell of Chloroform: Ch.64 years ago in Drama More Like This
Despite not being a natural "people-person", Sherlock knew people. He knew what people think like, act like, he knew about every normal and abnormal emotional, physical and psychosomatic reaction. Theoretically speaking, of course. Not sympathetically. He had always managed to keep his emotions under control, even if he knew what this can do to a person. To others he would perhaps seem like an insensitive, cold and calculating person - but he knew deep inside that he was far from em
Who needs Mothers' Day when you have Wally? "You leaving, Wally?" Robin asks as Wally runs past him towards the zeta tubes.Who needs Mothers' Day when you have Wally?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yea," Wally replies, stopping to look over his shoulder at him, "Gotta be home for Mothers Day. And I need to pick up some flowers for Mom and help Dad with dinner. I think my grandparents are coming, too."
Robin nods at him, a faint smile on his face, "Tell her I said Happy Mothers Day."
"Will do!" He calls, and he's gone.
"What's Mothers Day?" Superboy asks as he walks into the room, eyes directed at Robin. "A day for Mothers?"
Robin smiles at him, walking around the couch to him, "Pretty much, Supes," he tells him, patting his shoulder as he passes, "It's a day where you appreciate your mother and all she's done for you. If a woman doesn't have kids, her husband still usually does something for her," he thinks for a bit, "Basically just a big way
FineWally just held him.Fine4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the small boy in his arms shook, trembled, quivered, any other form of the word, he just held him. As his grip tightened on the fabric of his shirt to the point where it almost ripped in two, he just held him. As the hot tears poured down his flushed cheeks in streams and choked sobs tore their way out of his throat; as his knees tucked in closer and closer to his chest, and the pain in his heart became nearly unbearable, Wally just held him. Every cry cracked the red-headed teen's heart in a way that he never thought was possible. It hurt. It all hurt, ached, and despite what he let on, he was near his breaking point as well.
But he couldn't right now. He couldn't let it all out. At that moment his best friend needed some kind of stability, something solid to hold onto, and he'd be damned if he didn't give him that now. He didn't care if he'd be stuck in Dick's dark room all night. He didn't care if hunger was clawing at his stomach or that sleep was seducing h
Bad DecisionsBad decisionsBad Decisions3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mycroft, your lover is a terrible person."
"I don't remember ever asking your opinion on the matter."
"I mean it."
At that Mycroft lifted his eyes from the columns of numbers on the sheet of paper in his hand and finally looked at his brother. Sherlock's posture was relaxed as he lounged in a plush chair, the one Mycroft had especially ordered for his office his favorite chair, with his legs crossed at the ankles and lying on the coffee table; a mahogany coffee table with patterns of ivory on the polished top that cost a small fortune. His appearance didn't match the seriousness of his tone, calm but with an edge of urgency that Mycroft immediately picked up on and attempted to analyze. Even the use of a collocation 'a terrible person' stood out, unusual for his brother's speech.
"My people did some background research. There is nothing wrong." Mycroft commented after a pause and returned to the papers on his desk. He created an illusion of being